19

"Come out, Darling. She's gone." With half a shout, Frans called his wife, informing Veronica that Bianca had left.

Not long after, Veronica appeared, carrying a tray with the food Frans had brought into the room.

"Let's eat here, shall we, Bi?" Veronica placed the tray on the table in the living room.

Frans nodded. "Alright," he said, settling down beside Veronica.

"Why is there only one serving?" Frans protested again.

Veronica blinked. "Didn't Hubby say this was a special meal just for me? And that you promised to feed me?"

"That was earlier, Sweetie. Before we exercised," Frans chuckled.

Veronica got up. "Alright. What would you like to eat, Hubby?" she asked before walking to the kitchen.

"The main course and some vegetables are still there, Sweetie. That's enough."

"Alright," Veronica replied shortly before disappearing behind the door that connected the living room and the kitchen.

Bianca, angry because Arinda had lied to her, walked quickly towards the car. Earlier, she had ha